There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.

The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.